-Tangled Forest 27×33-
In my retreat from the tangled forest, I have come upon a pool of water. These waters are as deep as a skyscraper is tall. Waters calling me to a quiet, designed to heal, calm, understand, and teach me who Love is. This pool of water is silent and not of this world. His name is True.
I know this in the same way I know my own self. I am grateful for my pain and sorrow. I have more gratitude for pain than for joy, because without sadness to temper me and wake me out of my sleep, I may never have known my need for him. But, now I do. Now in this moment, I know thirst. A thirst only these waters can quench, a sweet, longing to know and to be known. I covet His eyes, His thoughts, His regard. I want him to reach into my heart and cleanse me. I want to merge myself with him: to True. I want this more than any other desire I have ever experienced. And in the same way the rains find their way to the sea, I too, am drawn toward these waters. As surely as the sun rises in the morning and sets at night, I am flowing into him. This is, after all, an ancient love story. This is my story too.
